Re: Keep it up, Sylvia Tucker

Alan Hope <usenet.identity@xxxxxxxxx> wrote:



boots wrote:
Ultraviolet <violette@xxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:

boots stole the cookies from the cookie jar...

Ultraviolet <violette@xxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:

boots stole the cookies from the cookie jar...

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Interesting that "THE FACT THAT SKIP LIED" is important to
you, apparently everything in misc.writing is supposed to be
strictly non-fiction, wuz there a memo about that? He lied,
she lied, frankly my dear I consider that whole angle a
jucking foke.

There's lying and then there's lying.
boots grins and sez, "UV, you are always the soul of clarity!"

Say someone lies about having a bunch of cats. No problem; it
just makes the person look rather pathetically desperate for
attention. And say someone lies about having been in the
military or having received honors there. Well, that's no
biggie to me, but I can see how it might offend peeps who were
actually in the military. Glory-thievery, very uncool.
scratching hiz head boots says , "Glory, real glory, is the
result of not having any alternative and being lucky enough to
survive, so what's to 'steal'?"

That's what *you* believe, but I was talking about what people who
have served in the military might believe. Is it impossible for
you to step into another's POV for a moment?

Sometimes possible, sometimes not.

I can 'imagine' somebody surviving a case of heroism and then getting
sucked into the ego of the thing, thinking it was something *they*
did besides their damndest to survive, puffing their chest out, sure.
I think that's kind of silly, but I can imagine it.

This illustrates just how much you're not imagining it at all. If you put yourself in someone else's
shoes, that means leaving behind the conclusions you jumped to on the basis of no information at all.

You seem to carry with you a goodly number of those conclusions, Alan.

You and Zero could be conjoined twins, you know. Both of you are so convinced you've got the whole thing sized up
that you don't even listen to what another person is saying any more.

I'd say that's fairly ironic coming from you, but I recognize that I
may not have an accurate picture of the real Hope.

But say someone makes a false accusation about another poster.
That's a different level of lying,
consulting the dictionary for clues about usage, boots wonders
"Is she talking about libel?"

Libel implies damages. There doesn't necessarily have to be damages
for someone to get annoyed, upset, whatever about a false
accusation.

If a guy is spring-loaded to get upset or annoyed, it takes almost
nothing to trip his button. It seems like a matter of how important
peeps make it, rather than how important it might be on the cozmik
scale of things.

Who the *** cares about the cosmic scale? That has no effect on any of us down here.
Every one of us lives in a universe that stretches about two feet out from our bodies in all
directions. A man-shaped bubble that allows light to pass through, but nothing else.

Since you mention "us down here" you appear to think the cosmic scale
is in some higher, perhaps heavenly, locale. Each of us lives in a
universe that extends forever.

That's why we need imagination, and empathy. Empathy is a way of experiencing other lives within
the bubble. Imagination is the same thing applied to inanimate objects. Imagination is what allows
me to listen to an orchestra playing Beethoven's Ninth while I'm lying in the bath. Empathy allows me
to experience what the composer is feeling.

Am I to assume that your bath is equipped with a sound system, or that
you are imagining the orchestra? That sentence isn't very well
written you know. And your empathy only allows you to experience what
the composer set forth, it is your ego that allows you to believe you
are reliving the composer's experience.

and maybe *you* still wouldn't care if it happened to you
because you're totally anonymous here,
grinning devlishly boots comments, "Or perhaps because I have an
Uncle Guido."

but not all of us are, and we don't want to be accused of
things we didn't do.

perplexed, it sez: "Whatsamattafoyou, don't like to sue peeps?
If it ain't worth paying an ambulance chaser, maybe it ain't
worth worrying about? Folks like you, lots of them around, maybe
I oughta invest in the company what sells Maalox."

Again, you're trapped in your own POV. Try to imagine why someone
else might react to something. Remember that they aren't you.

Oh my gawd, that scrofulous barstid has impugned my virginal honor!
Why I oughta... Nope, sorry, can't get there at the moment; maybe
later.

And even you seem to get in a bit of a froth when someone
misstates your position on an issue, which is similar to
accusing falsely, though the misstating might not have been
deliberate.

it laughs outright and snarfles, "Fastidious is as fastidious
does!"

It's also helpful for me to note who the liars are because then
I know to be extra-suspicious of everything they say in the
future.

reaching, it snags a nearby pulpit and climbs on, saying "Now
lookit here, you need to be watching both sides of the
proposition. You sort folks into trusted and not-trusted, you're
gonna screw up. You're gonna trust some 'friend' because they
made nice to you, and sooner or later you'll find out one of your
'friends' is a spouse fucking heart thieving ***. You need
more salt in your diet!" gesticulating wildly, it stumbles and
nearly takes a pratfall dismounting the pulpit... which it kicks
angrily into the corner.

Yep, that's the chance you take when you have friends.

Some turn out to be worth it, some don't innit.

Gawd, more penetrating insight.

I suppose your friends will now need to call you Busted Hymnen.

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Don't read this crap... oops, too late!

[superstitious heathen grade 8]
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